Sandra
Sandra, why have the memories of you lingered so long in my thoughts? Was it because of
departure without closer, dreams unfulfilled or passions that still heat the nucleus of my
being? I wonder if, maybe our feelings for each other were before there time and we did
not comprehend what it was we were feeling. Our time together, though brief, we shared
moments that would be unreal to others, if only for those moments they walked in our
shoes.
Remembering nights when I was unable to sleep and lay there listening to the soft breath
you would take while you slept. Hypnotic in a way, because the sound slowly lowered my
eyelids and transformed my world into a soothing marinate of warmth.
The days we would spend aimlessly, chatting on and on about all the things that we were
made aware of each day. The sounds that would cause us too jerk our heads, our
inquisitiveness to understand the harmonious repetitious melodies that flooded the air, which
caused movement to our bodies. Visions that were vague, causing use to strain trying to
make out the images that at times invaded our sanctuary.
I will never forget the feelings that day I awoke, and you were gone. I could not understand
why, if I had done something that caused you to leave. That first night without you, I cried
myself to sleep; the pain of abandonment was what I was feeling. I was unaware of this
feeling, and was not ready for any feeling of this magnitude. However, I awoke and was
lifted from my place of rest and softly embraced in the bosoms of love.
Wherever you are Sandra, I will always remember the days we spent in that nursery and
how magnificent it was to cross the threshold into this world with you.
Love Arnold
Copyright © Arnold Henry | Year Posted 2010
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